#brengela

[t3mperanc3]

I keep thinking abt tipsy Angela in 1x09 saying she might kiss Brennan at the Christmas party and then immediately bi-panicking and covering it up saying “in a festive non-lesbian manner” girl could you be any more obvious…..

[miz-chase]

This one @julieverne ?

Also this is so There Was Only One Bed territory

[sillyfroggremlin]

those scenes in bones s1 e10 where angela has THREE FUCKING SCREENS of just her best friend, one of which is solely her lips, is fucking insane to me

[your-ships-are-queer]

temperance brennan and angela montenegro (brengela) from bones are in a qpr (headcanon)

brennan is unlabeled (headcanon) angela is omnisexual (headcanon; canon m-spec)

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[vigilantsycamore]

I think Brennan has definitely used Page 187 on Angela. Also Cam

[julieverne]

Infinity goes both ways (and so do we)

Angela was exhausted and filthy when they got back to the cabin. Kirk was gone, but they'd saved Dani, somehow. Angela was all instinct and somehow she'd been right. Brennan couldn't explain it, couldn't account for it.

Booth said goodnight and went back to the hotel. Neither of them noticed, worn down by the long days of anxiety.

Angela hadn't cried. She sat on a chair, a boot still on one foot, as though she'd given up partway through removing them. Brennan removed hers and knelt by Angela, undoing the buckles and zips and laces. Her khaki pants were red with dirt, her white tank sweaty and dusty too.

She was gorgeous.

Brennan knew this intellectually but she'd never noticed it so viscerally before. Exhausted, grieving, filthy, her hand resting on Brennan's skull and digging in under her hair to rub her scalp, then the back of her head, her neck, where she held her tension.

Brennan closed her eyes and rested her head against Angela's knee for a moment, felling small and safe and loved. She knew that if she'd gone missing in the desert Angela would have fallen rather than leave the red dirt alone.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked finally, Angela's fingers gently stroking through her hair.

"A shower," Angela groaned. "No, a bubble bath, but I'll settle for a shower."

"You did good work today," Brennan told her. "You saved a life all on your own."

"I wasn't on my own," Angela said mysteriously, then discarded her filthy tank top. She stood and shucked off her pants; the cabin was close quarters, but even so.

Brennan looked away and stood.

"How much water is there?" Brennan asked practically.

"I'll be quick," Angela said, but it wasn't the answer Brennan had been looking for.

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Angela was quick, and she dressed in the same kind of clothes when she came out - a white tank (clean) and soft exercise type pants, the stretchy kind that clung to her hips.

Brennan licked her lips and looked away.

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Angela was curled on the folded out bed when Brendan came out. She watched Brennan dress with a blank face, and it scared her. Angela was always so expressive. Brennan sat next to her and reached out tentatively, resting her hand on Angela's back.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked softly. Angela rolled over to face her, and Brennan's hand ended up, somehow, on Angela's breast.

It was soft, beneath the thin cotton. Angela hadn't noticed so Brennan moved her hand down to Angela's ribs.

"What are you offering?" Angela asked, her voice low and serious.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked again, and Angela sat up slowly, considering Brennan like a piece of art. She traced the line of Brennan's jaw with her finger, then the curve of Brennan's lips, meeting Brennan's eyes.

There was desolation there, grief and regret. But there was also respect and love and something else, something intense.

"What are you offering?" Angela asked again, and this time Brennan understood.

She understood what Angela needed.

She closed the distance between them quickly, kissing Angela, who had soft lips and tasted nice.

"I want to forget," Angela mumbled against Brennan's throat. "I want to feel safe and loved."

"I don't know if I can manage that," Brennan said dubiously, but Angela chuckled.

"You already do," Angela told her, her eyes soft and gentle laughing at her. Not in mockery, but out of affection.

"Oh."

It was slow, slower than Brennan would have expected if she'd expected this. Angela was so impulsive and passionate, but she took her time with Brennan. Brennan wasn't used to so much attention; men typically sought one thing from her but Angela wanted everything, gave everything. Without cotton in the way, her breasts were even softer, even nicer.

Brennan had never considered herself as gay or even bisexual. She had trouble relating to or forming connections with women. With men, once she could prove she was mentally superior, she'd won. But with women there was an underlying unspoken code, something Brennan couldn't read or fit into.

Angela had never tried to make her fit. She'd taken Brennan at face value, but she'd always seen so far beneath too.

Brennan had liked other women's bodies, but not enough to engage in social niceties with them for long enough to get access to them.

Angela kissed her again, her teeth finding Brennan's lip and tugging it gently before her mouth dropped to Brennan's throat, making her moan, caressing Angela's breast.

"You don't..." Angela pulled back, flushed and breathless. Her temperature was slightly raised, and her nipples were hard, her breasts plump with bytracked blood. "You don't have to. I'll be okay. If you don't want to, I know you don't like women."

"I don't like women," Brennan admitted. "But I also don't like men. I like you."

"I like you too," Angela said shyly, half-naked in lamplight, her dark skin almost glowing. Brennan kissed her first this time, reached for Angela's pants, laughing as Angela struggled out of them. Angela huffed and reached for Brennan's track pants, pulling them off in one practiced move.

From there it was easy. Brennan found she had instincts of her own, and enough time to analyse Angela's body to find multiple ways to satisfy her. Skin against skin, and Angela's skin was so soft and luxurious, her hips and torso deliciously padded, nothing hard or harsh about her. Just soft kisses, soft bodies, soft touching. Angela ran her fingers through Brennan's hair as she lowered her mouth to the warmest part of her, and Angela made eye contact right as Brennan made contact too, the look in her eyes almost overwhelming with affection.

"You're crying," Angela accused her later. Brennan wanted to deny it but when she touched her cheeks they were wet.

"So are you," Brennan pointed out, and she kissed a tear away from Angela's cheek.

"I always cry when something beautiful happens," Angela said lowly, but she let herself be held against Brennan, let herself sob against Brennan's bare chest while she coddled her the way she wished she'd been held and loved as a child, always too afraid to ask. Angela had done the same for her, without asking what Brennan had needed, and Brennan wouldn't have expected to need this.

It had been welcome, and it had been beautiful, and she loved Angela with everything she had within that could love.

But she wasn't in love with her. She had no romantic feelings for her; she loved her exactly as she was, as a friend, as a lover she'd taken once.

"You're lovely. Thank you." Angela nuzzled into Brennan, her body warm and comforting where it lay over Brennan. Brennan never stayed the night, but this was different. It wasn't just sex, and it felt like there were no expectations for a relationship. It was just them, comforting each other after a very hard day.

Brennan dated infrequently and didn't get attached. She was attached to Angela in a different way. Angela was the same but opposite; she dated frequently but remained unattached. She let her fingers trail over Angela's skin - so soft and smooth, so dark against her own, so gorgeous in the lamplight. It was like they were at an impasse, at a crossroads. Brennan couldn't lose Angela. She needed her too much. She loved her too much.

But that was a problem for the morning.

---

When Brennan woke, Angela was propped on one elbow, looking down at her.

Angela stroked her cheek and leaned down to kiss her, none of the passion of last night, just a gentle tenderness and affection that made Brennan ache in ways she hadn't the night before. In her chest.

"Amazing as that was - and it was amazing -"

"I know," Brennan said shortly, because she knew all the reasons why they wouldn't work, and she'd only just realised some part of her wanted this to work. "We're friends."

"Sweetie..."

"I know. I agree."

"Okay," Angela said, but she kissed Brennan again, all soft and slow like she meant it, like she loved Brennan without reservation. "I don't think I've ever felt so safe as I did last night. I trust you completely."

Brennan brooded for a moment.

"I feel safe with you too," she said, not meeting Angela's eyes but still catching the heartbreaking compassion that lived there behind them. "I have to get back to DC, and it's not that I mind anyone knowing about this, or that I'd be against doing it again under less tragic circumstances, but Booth will be insufferable if he even suspects..."

"He's already insufferable," Angela laughed, but she retrieved their strewn clothes and tugged on her own. "Thank you," Angela said finally. "You were just what I needed."

[writeitharder]

Furniture – 1, Temperance Brennan – 0

“Angela please, I have an incredibly high IQ. I think I can manage putting together an IKEA bed frame” the famous last words of Temperance Brennan.

Word count: 727
(taken from my old ao3 account)

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"Ugh!" Angela groaned as she and Temperance set down the flatpack box their new bed came in. "Alright, you get the wine and I'll start opening this" Temperance said as Angela nodded, walking out of their basically empty bedroom. The couple had only just moved in together the previous weekend and had been sleeping together on their futon in the living room while shopping for the perfect bed for their new home.

Angela smiled to herself as she walks into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the 1996 Barbaresco that Tempe had bought for their first date almost a year ago. Angela couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped her lips as she remembered that night. Right as they were about to open the wine, Tempe had gotten a call from Booth, who required her help with a case. Angela had waved it off and explained that they would continue their date later, kissing her best friend's cheek causing her to blush before heading off. Angela bit her lip at the memory of them "finishing" their date...in the museum's antiques vault downstairs on the replica of Cleopatra's bed.

She shook her head to herself and grabbed two glasses from the kitchen cupboard before spotting some of their silk ties on top of a box. Smirking to herself, she slipped the material into her pockets before walking back into the bedroom to her girlfriend. Temperance was sat in a circle of furniture pieces, bolts, nuts and screws. Her hair was up in a lazy ponytail and her sweater was hanging off her shoulders in just the right way, revealing a small love bite Angela had left on her collarbone the previous night. Angela bit her lip with a smile as she poured both herself and Tempe a glass of wine before replacing the cork of the bottle. She walked to her girlfriend and handed her a glass as Tempe sighed and took a sip "Mm, that's better" she said with a relieved smile. Angela nodded in agreement, humming in content as she sipped her glass before bending down to pick up the instruction manual, skimming over the directions.

"I've got this, babe" Tempe said with a somewhat cocky smirk as she grabbed the manual from her girlfriend causing Angela to quirk an eyebrow in amusement before sitting on the window seat and watching the other woman. Angela sat there for roughly twenty minutes, watching in amusement as Temperance grew more and more impatient with the parts for their new bed.

"Alright, forty-five minutes is about enough" Angela said and finished her wine then set down her now empty glass, standing up and pulling her sweater off. Temperance watched intently, drinking in the sight of Angela's fit, toned body. Her eyes scanning her girlfriend’s body and noting the scratch marks that she had left on Angela’s back last night. Her somewhat athletic arms now revealed by the tank top her girlfriend was wearing.

Angela walked over to the other woman, kneeling beside her and grabbing the manual, reading over it quickly before almost instantly starting to assemble the bed. "How did you figure it out so quickly?" Temperance whined as Angela giggled and kissed her now pouting girlfriend "I've bought this bed before" Angela explained. Tempe frowned slightly and huffed causing Angela to start laughing at her girlfriend's cute expression. About fifteen minutes later the bed was assembled and the wine bottle was almost empty. Both girls sighed and collapsed back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Not bad at all" "I quite like beds with headboard posts" Angela said and moved to hover above Temperance, kissing her neck softly. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" Temperance sighed contentedly, closing her eyes as Angela grabbed her wrists, pinning them down above her head before moving to kiss the girl under her. Both women moaned into the kiss as Angela pushed her hips down into her girlfriend's before pulling away, smirking at Brennan’s sharp gasp.

"It makes it easier to tie you up" Angela explained and bit her lip, quirking an eyebrow as Temperance tried to move her arms but found that she had been tied to the frame. Both women smirked as Angela stripped down to her bra and panties before jumping back up onto the bed, kissing her girlfriend. Living together is going to be amazing. 

[neurodiversebones]

im a normal girl being normal about my crush (i dont know how to process things and so im thinking about brengela kissing instead)